Authors Note: So I am trying my hand at some GI thanksgiving action. The castaways are having BIG problems with Thanksgiving dinner and a secret someone or something solves their problems and gave them smething to be thankful for..! Hope you like. Just a one-shot. If you want a longer story lemme know… On with the story!
It started as a normal day. Just regular Thanksgiving day, a holiday that was promptly thrown aside and disregarded on the island. In their minds, what exactly was there to be thankful for? They were shipwrecked. With no contact to civilization. Every rescue attempted had failed, or had been foiled- by Gilligan. Sure, they were alive- but for how much longer?
"Skipper?" Gilligan asked, tapping his fingers on the table in their hut. The captain was reading.
"Yes, Gilligan?" He turned his head to the boy.
"Is dinner ready yet?"
"For the last time Gilligan, no! Thanksgiving dinner is not ready yet." He rolled his eyes and went back to the book he was reading.
"How about now?" Gilligan said.
"No."
"Now?"
"Gilligan!" He hit him with his sailors hat. Gilligan shut his mouth. He would just have to wait patiently.
Meanwhile, Mary Ann was cooking with Ginger.
"This smells wonderful Mary Ann- I can't wait to eat. Even if it's not turkey, and even if Thanksgiving is a useless holiday here…"
"Thanks Ginger." While the girls were talking, a tanned, painted hand grabbed the coconut crème pies Mary Ann had made from the windowsill and swiftly disappeared.
The Howells were counting their money, as usual, and sipping mixed drinks.
"Such a pity we are still on this dreadful island, do you know how much moolah I would have made if was home today…" Thurston Howell the Third sighed. How he missed his money.
"You are quite right dear- and we are missing the entire social season too- and the parties, oh the parties!" Lovey Howell wanted to cry. Simple everyday living had been taken away from her, she didn't even have a houseboy… In Thurston's mind there was 2 things and that's it to be thankful for- his money and his wife. Nothing else.
BACK IN THE KITCHEN
"Hey Ginger- where are those coconut crème pies we made earlier?" Mary ann questioned. Sje could have sworn they were there a minute ago.
" ..Last time I saw they were right there.."
They looked at each other. Gilligan! They both sighed.
"GILLIGAN!" They called.
"Did you eat the crème pies we made?" Ginger said.
"No-" He was cut off.
"Gilligan! You really couldn't wait until dinner?" Skipper yelled.
"I didn't eat them!" He defended himself. They all gave him a look. This was going to be a terrible thanksgiving, no pie. Really?
When the girls got back, everything was gone. All the food. They were furious. This wasn't a joke.
"Alright, who took the food?" No one confessed. This was going to be a pain. The group kept arguing. What they didn't notice, was the miracle taking place behind them. They were too busy fighting, over food, wasting it, no more food, who took it, and why…
"Oh screw it! Theres nothing to be thankful for anyway!"
"Thanks to Gilligan, who had to eat the pies!'
"We shouldn't have even bothered making food. "
They turned around to see a whole table full of food.. everything. They were confused. Everyone went silent for a few seconds.
They all smiled. Maybe there is something, or someone to be thankful for . They were fighting over a holiday. When they should have been thanking god they were alive. Their trust in each other, an Gilligan, strengthened. Whoever did this had changed their minds on Thanksgiving. The holiday was certainly not going to be disregarded!
THE END! Review please! Anyone wanna guess who did it? Think first Thanksgiving. Who worked together?